twins.

I've always sort of wished I was a twin. There's something so special about two babies living every second of their lives together since the moment of conception.  Maybe I wished for it because many people assumed I was one all along.  I loved nothing more than getting confused for my sister once I was in high school and then in college.  Even some of our extended family still cannot tell us apart!  I remember time after time, telling Megan something like "some girl with brown curly hair and glasses was so friendly and told me how much fun she had last week."  I'd just smile and agree and say whatever seemed appropriate since passing conversations don't always leave time for an explanation that I wasn't who they thought.

Much of my early life was lived wishing I was the same age as Megan.  I was probably showing the attitude below since it wasn't my birthday too.  I used to think we should get the same privileges and gifts at exactly the same time, even though I was 20 months younger.

We need to take more pictures of just us because this one is three years old!

It's amazing that at the mention of our adoption or the country, there seems to be an instant connection with so many people!  I have found out a few of my friends are adopted and even some strangers who cared to share their story.  What is quite amazing to me is how I came around to knowing Ann.

We were went to a small university together for a few years in a smallish west Texas town.  I can't remember ever talking to her but knew who she was, probably because she had a twin sister.  Twins seem to be notorious, don't they?  I got connected with Ann again through a girl in my sorority (for lack of a better word, my Wildcat friends) who said Ann and her husband are serving as missionaries in the country where our child is.  As we write back and forth, Ann continues to encourage me with the deepest sincerity... she seems to write words to say "keep pressing on even when the waiting seems unbearable.  It will all be so worth it!" when I most need them.  The reason her words mean so much is because Ann is adopted.  I love reading her words that are saturated with appreciation for her parents who adopted her.  

It has meant so much to reread her words over the past couple of weeks as our homestudy still awaits completion.  I get teary-eyed thinking this may keep our child in an orphanage a few weeks longer, but I also trust the Lord is watching over and protecting him or her.  I am also trusting that this time of waiting will seem short once our child is home with us!  

Come quickly, sweet background checks!  Blessings, angela